A Familiar Face in a Strange Place
Water taxis, tourist circuits, and the rainy afternoon that I fell in love with conch steaks
The ride on the water taxi was bumpy and latticed with salty splashes of water wafting in from the windows. The portholes on the ship were sealed shut — but only in theory. They shimmied themselves ajar no matter how many times the weary tourists of the tropics impudently trie…
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